48 Hours a Day

The address on that anonymous e-mail was the Abbey of Jacobin, about a 10-minute walk from City Hall.

This Gothic monastery was built by the Dominican Monastery in 1215 and is now more than 800 years old. The entire building is made of red clay, divided into three main parts: a church, an inner courtyard corridor and a monastic dining hall, where the most famous Catholic theologian and philosopher Thomas Aqui is buried.

Zhang Heng and Leia walked into the church, the first to be reflected in the curtains were the beam columns close to 30 meters high, which supported the top of the church, like a straight palm tree, the vaulted windows embedded with hand-painted colored flower glass, and the sunlight poured through the windows onto the central bench, giving a sense of holiness.

Zhang Henghuan looked around, there are some other visitors in the church now, but he didn't see anything special. Edward himself didn't like to take photos. In a parallel copy after 12 years, Zhang Henghuan only got a picture of Edward's driver's license when he was 16 years old from Leia. After 10 years, Edward still changed a lot, which is why Zhang Henghua was brought to his side.

But the latter apparently also failed to find their brother in the church.

The two of them are now disguised as a couple, Leah is holding Zhang Heng's arm and visiting this ancient 13th century building with other tourists, and the girl's hair has been dyed silver from blue, and she lowered her voice, “Feels like we're spies. Is my brother being so careful now? ”

“The little boy's fears are not unreasonable, and Edward's change of email contact indicates that he feels the original mailbox is no longer reliable, which means that the black nest is getting closer to him.” Zhang Hengdao.

Considering that his face was also exposed when he met the man in the bar with the earrings, Zhang Heng's image has changed considerably. He took some inspiration from the first time he went to see the fox, changed his suit, sprayed cologne perfume, neatly combed his hair, and looked like a financial elite.

In a parallel copy 12 years later, Edward was found in a nursing home three weeks later, replacing a volunteer there, but the nursing home was not Edward's first hiding place in Toulouse, and in fact Edward had frequently changed his place of residence in order to prevent the black nest from coming to his home.

So Zhang Heng doesn't know exactly where Edward was hiding before, but if the connection is really not going well, he can only choose to go to that nursing home a week later for some luck. However, this time because the players have joined a lot of things in different directions, not just on the 01 side, but also on the black nest side.

Plus, Zhang Heng had difficulty explaining how he knew where Edward was hiding, so he didn't do anything rash in the previous two months. Those two months of small town life were obviously a valuable time for the system to allow players to learn. Instead, accelerating the process might not necessarily yield any benefits, but would most likely pose greater risks.

“Wanna go somewhere else?” Rhea asked that they had been in the church for almost twenty minutes and had not gained anything.

“Hmm." Zhang Heng nodded, behind the church is a beautiful corridor, a place for monks to exchange meditation, two of which were damaged during the war and rebuilt in 1964, while the corridor is in the middle of a courtyard full of trees and green plants.

The two of them walked past the ruby brick pavement and felt the traces of history, but unfortunately they still could not find Edward here. In fact, they spent almost two hours together in the Abbey of Jacobin, exploring every corner of the Abbey, and yet they did not get any clues.

The two left the monastery helplessly, and there was an information leaflet at the exit, and Rhea took one and went back to the car and she took off her hat and the big sunglasses on her face.

“Could it be that he just happened to be away today? ”

“This possibility is not great.” Zhang Heng frowned, "One thing I haven't really understood is that Edward sent us an e-mail with no time but a location, which means we can come here any time, and he can't stay in the monastery every day, which is so obvious, so we should be ignoring something, that thing has been in the monastery but it won't look prominent, let's come back tomorrow, pay attention to what's still around us. ”

Zhang Hengyin had just fallen and Laia suddenly softly shouted, "Is it possible that my brother left something outside the monastery? ”

What do you got? ”

“When I was little, my brother and I played a game of passwords, a text in Hebrew. ”

“Do you still speak Hebrew? ”

“No, no, no, it's a very simple little code, the meaning of Hebrew itself we care about, just compare it to the corresponding French letters, and then translate it to get the information we want.” Rhea explained, waving the Catholic pamphlet, pointing to an obscure position above, "here, look. ”

Zhang Heng stretched his head and saw a line of Hebrew. From the typography and the context of the interpretation, it seemed to come from a passage in the original Bible to interpret it. However, Reya found the corresponding letters word for word, word for word, and eventually got the word garden.

“Garden? You mean the courtyard garden we saw before, what was there that we neglected?” Leah was curious, having the excitement of playing treasure hunting as a child that was going to solve the mystery.

There was a little boy's voice in the comms, “I just searched the garden in Toulouse, found a restaurant, a boxing training ground, and a primary school. Will Edward be anywhere? ”

“Pick a place.” Zhang Heng versus Reya Dao in the back row.

“Restaurant? I'm a little hungry, too. ”

“Okay.” Zhang Heng navigated to the restaurant called Garden on his cell phone, but when he first came in, he knew that Edward was unlikely to be here because the restaurant was famous in the neighborhood and there were many guests who came to admire it every day. Such traffic was obviously not very friendly for a person who needed to hide his name from pursuit.

Fortunately, however, the foie gras here is delicious and the sausage is good. It couldn't have been better for Rhea, who snuck up to the monastery all afternoon, to revitalize some of her tired body and mind.

After eating, the sky was about to diminish, Rhea said, "There are still boxing training fields and elementary school left, this time you choose. ”